>>20191983>>20200065>[The ground shakes. Pool water ripple. Something falls off a table and clunks to the cold, marble floors.]In a crash, the doors to this 69th floor penthouse burst open. Security lay in a heap in the adjoining hallway, one man hanging on to this… woman's? left ankle. He looks up to meet the steely blue eyes of the party host, and mutters a breathless apology.
>"M-miss Divine! We tried to warn you, but she wouldn't let us get the -- and she's not wearing"--LILLITH flings her foot forward and the security goes flying into a nearby pool.
"MONEY GIRL. LILLITH WANTING MAKE FIGHT. MONEY GIRL WANTING LILLITH AT POOLING HOUSE FOR BAKING SHOOT."
